Santa Lucia
There are many advantages to having human beans write this blog. One key perk: getting to sing the songs of the cats too humble to toot their own trumpets. Behold the bashful beauty that is Lucia.
There are many advantages to having human beans write this blog. One key perk: getting to sing the songs of the cats too humble to toot their own trumpets. Behold the bashful beauty that is Lucia.
Vacation is good. Being with family? Molto good. But being away from the Tabby’s Place cats for five days is distinctly sub-good. Good heavens, it’s grand to be home.
It’s inevitable. At least once a week, during the course of a tour of Tabby’s Place, a wide-eyed visitor will ask me, “Do you really know all of the cats’ names?” I understand their surprise – 100+ cats is a lot. But do you really know all of your friends and family members’ names? I’ll […]
Merry Christmas, beloved Felis Catus community. It’s my deepest prayer that, today, each of you would feel the full force of God’s huge love for you. I believe with all my heart that the cats, and their love, are a glorious reflection of that very love that is their Source. And, in the Christmas spirit, they […]
For every cat adorer, there’s that one cat who started it all. This December we had to say a gut-wrenching goodbye to one of the great ones. There are no words for how much I miss this little pixie of a cat, and I am far from alone. As Erin was the cat who started his […]
Take one marmalade aspiring Houdini. Add the soulful sweetie who’s the last kid from her family picked for the adoption team. Blend with Mr. Adopter Jr. Within a week, ingredients will yield one forever family.
Last week I received an e-mail from a certain Barrister Grey, notifying me that I “have been selected for a conformable Bank Draft of £1.850,000.00 Great British Pounds.” Some might think that this is spam. But we know it’s just that mellow goofball of the Community Room, Mr. Grey, having a bit of fun with his […]
It can be a lot of pressure having a band named after you. If anything were to happen to Bruce Springsteen, for instance, his crew would become simply “and the E Street Band.” Bob Marley’s passing left his band as simply “and the Wailers.” And if anything should happen to Dave Matthews, his band would […]
When you’re a teenage guy, it doesn’t exactly raise your “cool factor” to call your sister your BFF. But that doesn’t stop Chandler. On the other hand, Monica is a bit more embarrassed about letting the world know how much she digs her twin bro.
We presently have a litter of kittens named after members of the Dave Matthews Band, who would surely appreciate this post’s title – but it isn’t about them. No, it’s about the way a terrified cat’s under-the-couch-time can be time well spent.